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“I don't know if I can ever let Papyrus into the Royal Guard.”

So, I’ve always seen Undyne’s unwillingness to allow Papyrus into the Royal Guard a bit differently than I think the usual consensuses are. While it seems to be taken as a way of showing Papyrus is cinnamon roll too precious too pure innocent bean so oblivious protect him, I always felt like it was more… the opposite?

I could (and almost did, a few times) go into a larger rant about this, but I think if you play UT without knowing anything about it, vs knowing a little about it, Undyne and Papyrus are both meant to be seen a bit negatively until various turning points. Papyrus is probably meant to be seen as stupid and inept and weak, all things that he is not, and through his fight, his date, his friendship and calls, and eventually Undyne’s confession, the fact that he is not all of that is revealed. He’s not in the Royal Guard because he’s too nice. Not because he’s weak. Not because he’s stupid. Not because he’s inept.

(but if you go in already knowing Papyrus is (and monsters as a whole are) nice/sweet/cinnamon roll, I think it has the opposite effect of making him seem weak because he is nice. I don’t think that’s the message at all the scene is meant to convey.)

That moment is supposed to be a final affirmation of who Papyrus is as a character, a nice guy who isn’t the right fit for his dreams because of his morals and good character, not because of his (supposed lack of) abilities. This moment is also the start of softening and revealing Undyne’s character, showing the level of care and concern she has for the people around her, which, to this point on a pacifist run, you likely would not have seen.

So basically, what I’m saying is, I don’t think this was meant to be a sign that Pap needs to be coddled and infantilized, but a sign that he doesn’t need to be. He’s tough, he’s competent, but he’s just not a solider. 

But there’s more to it than just that…

While Undyne cites the fear that Papyrus would just let himself be killed as a motive for why she doesn’t want to let someone so nice into the Guard, I feel like this was also an early hint at the nature of LOVE. LOVE changes souls and causes them to harden and change, and it’s effects on a human are strong enough to be noticable, but it seems likely that monsters, who are more in-tune with their souls, would react even more to gaining LV. Wanting to protect Papyrus and his innocence and niceness likely goes beyond just a worry that he would allow himself to be killed if placed in that position. 

Because if it’s kill or be killed, and Papyrus did kill (because Undyne trained him seriously as a solider, instead of just cooking lessons and roughhousing), he would gain LV and probably lose the part of his personality that Undyne admires. That nice, innocent, friendly part of Papyrus’s soul, would be chipped away, and Undyne perceives that that would be her fault for placing him in that position. 

So I think it’s a lot more than just Papyrus being seen as too stupid to protect himself. I think Undyne’s considered both options, but the other doesn’t come up because you aren’t meant to know the nature of LOVE at this point, and because she’s not going to go into the minutia of her hard-thought decision to an eight year old.

Taylor would refine all these ingredients on future albums. Looking past Fearless, the breakup ballads hurt more (“Last Kiss,” “All Too Well”), the anthems ring louder (“Long Live,” “State of Grace”), and the poppy earworms become even catchier (“We Are Never Getting Back Together,” pretty much the entirety of 1989). Today, Fearless is neither Taylor’s best album nor the one that feels like her watershed cultural moment. 2012’s Red stands as her artistic and musical peak, while 2014’s 1989 attained a level of ubiquity that was new, even for an artist who had already conquered the world.
—  Craig Manning - Modern Vinyl - discusses Taylor’s discography 
The only reason we don’t open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don’t feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else’s eyes.
—  Pema Chödrön

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Thanks to @reginalovesemma for the edits.  As always, you elevate my work.


A note about this little fic.  Mon-El was never Kara’s boyfriend.  In this little world, he was the funny, goofy, sidekick pal we all deserved him to be.  Kara misses him and does have to deal with the loss of a friend, but he did not have the dominating presence in her life he was given in canon.

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Okay everyone I hope you’re all prepared for a feels trip bc that’s what I’m about to take you on real quick so buckle up. 

So. In BoM, we are given a glimpse into Keith’s mind. And we are able to see his greatest hopes and fears. He desperately wanted to see Shiro, but then this Shiro spouted the same words that Lance had back in season 1. 

And it got a coupe of us thinking. @kcgane​ came to me after talking with @saltedsaltine​ about how Shiro was drawn differently. In this episode, we are given mindscape!shiro and we see that he looks differently compared to regular Shiro. 

For comparison between the two:

Here we can see that they are drawn differently. There’s something just a little off about the way that mindscape!shiro is drawn. We know that it isn’t really him, but Keith doesn’t. He believes it really is Shiro coming to him after battling countless Blade members. And then mindscape!shiro leaves him which is one of Keith’s biggest fears. 

If we look a little closer we can see that mindscape!shiro is drawn a little… sharper. 

Kinda like a certain sharpshooter we all know (im sorry i couldnt resist the pun)

If we look close we can see how the jaws are both pointed as well as the noses. Shiro is meant to look like Lance. Because one of Keith’s fears is that Shiro does/will think like Lance and the others and leave him. 

BUT THIS ISN’T WHERE WE STOP !!!!

There is another scene where Shiro is drawn differently. 

In Shiro’s Escape we see him look like this. Scared and soft looking. Vulnerable almost. He doesn’t look like our regular fearless leader. He looks scared. He is scared. And it got me thinking. 

Why does he looks so different? And sure, some people will say that it’s because he’s younger. But you’re all forgetting the fact that this is right before he lands back on Earth. Do we need to remember how he looked when he crash landed on Earth?

NOT SOFT AND VULNERABLE !!!

Shiro looks hard and determined and unafraid. He’s trying to get the Garrison to listen to him because he needs to try and find Voltron. Because if Zarkon finds it before he can, than everyone is doomed. 

So now I ask… Why has Shiro been drawn differently two different times?

And I think I’ve finalized on an answer. It’s comparing what Keith thinks of Shiro, and what Shiro thinks of himself. 

We’ve got Keith being afraid of Shiro leaving him and thinking as lowly of him as he believes Lance does. And we’ve got Shiro thinking lowly of himself. Shiro thinks himself a monster, we see that in Crystal Venom while talking to Sendak. But due to this scene being a flashback it may be something deeper than that

What if Shiro sees himself as soft, vulnerable, unfit to be a Paladin? We already know he thinks himself too much of a monster to be one. But what if he also thinks he’s too soft to be one? This man wears his heart out on his sleeve and would do anything to protect his team. But he’s also human and gets scared sometimes. 

You Trust Me, Right?

Prompt: You’re a friend of Jacob’s–you’re basically his PA, like Harrison is with Tom. You’ve been able to hang out with them a lot and after a while, Tom started to develop feelings for you. Debating continuing this. Let me know what you think

Warnings: fluff, some language, 

A/N: Requests are open! I will basically write anything (good luck finding something I won’t) and I can write for any of Seb’s characters (except Jack and Carter–I haven’t seen those yet) I can write Tom fanfic, Harrison fanfic, any marvel character. 

FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE/ASK/ANON


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When one of your closest friends asks you if you want to be his bagel bitch for six months in Atlanta on the set of Spider-Man: Homecoming and be paid for it, you say yes. (Y/N) had been by Jacob’s side since his nerve wracking process of auditioning for Ned Leeds began: she helped him go over his lines, set up meetings with the casting directors, and basically took over the role of his manager, so when he was given the part, the most obvious way to thank his Marvel obsessed best friend was to bring her along as his ‘bagel bitch,’ also occasionally, but lesser known as ‘coffee cutie.’

Since Jacob had so many scenes to run with Tom, the pair became fairly close as well as their PAs. Wherever Tom went, Harrison went, and wherever Jacob went, (Y/N) went too. It was never awkward for (Y/N) though. She had always found her guy friends to be more genuine, interesting, and just more fun to be around than her female friends, and Harrison and Tom were just just as accepting of her as she was of them.

After the filming for Spider-Man wrapped up, (Y/N) decided to take a quick visit to her parents’ house and see her family before the chaos of press tours began. She had been ‘off-duty’ for a couple of months before Jacob called her back into action.

“Ready for Singapore?” he asked the instant she opened the taxi cab door.

“Not ready for the flight,” she muttered in reply and crouching into the car.

“At least Tom and Harrison are flying out with us,” Jacob added. (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me they were coming,” she stated.

“Does it matter?” he teased. The pair had known one another for a long time prior to the Spider-Man experience and Jacob had survived the months of filming without letting slip the weird fascination/fetish his friend had for English accents.

“I supposed not,” she said in return, keeping her head held high. “Gosh I hope you don’t run your big mouth.”

“I’ve made it this far without telling anyone your secret,” he replied.

“Jacob, you are the worst at keeping secrets from people you know.” It was true. He was the type of person to call up a friend to brag about how they’d never guess what he got them for their birthday and then immediately tell them what he bought.

“I’m not the worst at keeping secrets,” he protested. “I still haven’t told you that Tom had a crush on you.” He immediately covered his mouth and his eyes widened behind his glasses frames. “Damn it! Shit, I didn’t say that.”

“If my point hasn’t been proven, continue keeping secrets from me,” she sneered. “But what do you mean Tom had a crush on me?” Jacob could see that they were approaching LAX and figured that since the secret was out he’d catch her up on the details before they were around Tom and Harrison.

“Well, during the few weeks, I think both of them had a crush on you or thought you were cute or whatever–I told them they were crazy because you will forever be brace-face Urkel to me. Tom came up to me the second week asking for your number; he told me not to tell you he was asking for it and then started talking about how pretty you were and how nice you were and I was like: ‘we’re talking about her right,’ pointing at you, ‘the bagel bitch?’ It was funny because he didn’t know how chill we were with that name and kind of got defensive about it.”

“So Haz and Tom both have a crush on me?” she asked, certain he was holding back information.

“No, Harrison had a crush on you. Gosh, (Y/N), not everything is about you, you know,” Jacob laughed as they pulled up in front of LAX.

“So Harrison had a crush on me and Tom has a crush on me?” she asked pretending to be confused to get Jacob to spill.

“That’s what he told me a month ago. I still have the messages if you don’t believe–” Jacob continued before gasping, holding a hand over his mouth and using the other to point at her face accusingly. “You sneaky little witch!” he cried out as she shuffled out of the car and made her way toward the trunk to grab her luggage.

“I’m not going to say anything, Jacob. Odds are Tom isn’t going to act on anything so why would I bring it up and make this awesome trip to Singapore awkward?”

“Just go out of your way to be one of the guys, okay?” Jacob whispered as they rolled their bags into the airport to meet up with Harrison and Tom.

“Wouldn’t that raise suspicion?” she asked under her breath, intentionally screwing with Jacob’s logic just as she was trying to manipulate information out of him.

“Well then don’t do anything too girly,” he continued.

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“I don’t know!” he muttered as the blonde and brunette Englishmen came into sight.

“How about I just act natural?” she suggested.

“That sounds like a good plan!” he called in return as they met up with the other pair voyaging across the world with them. Harrison had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt whereas Tom wore black sweats and a black t-shirt. Jacob had on athletic shorts and a t-shirt and (Y/N) wore leggings and a big t-shirt. She didn’t bother too much with doing anything with her face or hair since they were going to be on a plane for the majority of the day so her hair was tossed into a ponytail and barely applied concealer. She honestly thought she looked like the grim reaper.

“Jacob! (Y/N)!” Tom and Harrison greeted in unison. 

“Hey,” (Y/N) responded while putting her arms around Harrison in a warm hug before moving on to Tom. “I’ve missed you!”

“Are you ready for this?” Tom asked in an excited voice as they made their way toward their gate.

“Shit’s about to go down in Singapore!” Jacob stated, filling the position of hype-man. The four of them made their way onto the plane, placed their carry-on bags in the compartment above them, and started to settle into their seats.

“Oh, Jacob,” Harrison called out just before the seatbelt sign flicked on. “I forgot I had a video to show you! (Y/N) do you mind switching me seats?” (Y/N) was hesitant to move. She had already strapped herself into her seat as tightly as physically possible and was begging her body not to betray her as she faced her fear of flying for the millionth time–each ride more terrifying than the last.

“Um, sure,” she said and hurried past Harrison. Of course, she thought to herself. He would be sticking me in the window seat. She awkwardly inched past Tom, who was already seated and strapped in, and settled into the seat Harrison traded her. She pulled the seatbelt tight across her hips and dreaded the second the plane began to move. “Shitshitshit,” she muttered to herself.

“Is everything okay?” Tom asked as he pulled his headphones off his head and looked at her.

“Everything’s fine,” she lied.

“You hate flying don’t you?” he questioned her as she closed the window Harrison left open and dug her nails into her skin.

“Maybe,” she chuckled at her own irrational fears.

“There’s a reason humans were created without wings! If we were meant to fly, we would have them,” she grumbled as the pilot lined up with the runway.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who was afraid of flying,” Tom said with a smile playing on his lips.

“What makes you say that?” she asked in response as his voice and eyes distracted her from her pounding heart and quickened breaths.

“You look fearless and have an intimidating personality,” he explained while turning his body in the chair to face her.

I’m intimidating?” she scoffed. 

“Hell yeah you’re intimidating,” Tom huffed. “Look at you!”

“Is it my resting bitch face?” she asked quickly. “I’ve been told I have that.”

“Well,” he paused for a moment. “Look straight for a moment,” she complied and he surrendered to her observation, “yeah, you do.”

“Damn,” she huffed playfully, trying to avoid Tom bringing up his supposed feelings for her. Just then the engines of the plane started to roar and she tugged violently against the seatbelt one more time, preparing for take off.

“(Y/N), you trust me, right?” Tom asked as her jaw clenched. All she could do was nod and he smiled at her, feeling as though her sharing this vulnerability with him was proof of her trust in him. He grasped her hand and she held his just as tightly as the plane began to propel itself down the runway. “You’re going to be okay,” Tom said softly as he opened her window. She looked at him in pure horror, wondering how a person could ever do such a thing, and then quickly shut her eyes. 

Once they were in the air and the plane leveled off, the grip she had on Tom’s hand lessened and their ears popped from changing altitudes. (Y/N) was humming ever so quietly that he had to stare at he throat to see whether or not it was her before speaking.

“Are you humming Metallica?”

“It calms me!”

3

As long as you’re with me, there’s no Servant more powerful than I!

For @rhysiana a silly NurseyDex drabble


Dex isn’t sure how he let himself get talked into this, but he has to hand it to Lardo, her photo project exploring notions of gender and beauty is extremely well planned. Everything he’s seen so far is stunning.

There are photographs of one of the women from the volleyball team, naked under a tailored suit coat and a tie, the bold yellow and purple pattern brilliant against her brown skin. There’s Shitty, of course, in a flower crown and bold eye makeup, wearing only a pale lace skirt, the fabric spread out around him in a nearly perfect circle. Ransom and Holster, embracing, shot from the waist up, only a hint of their profiles visible, an incredibly long string of pearls wrapped around them. A junior Dex had a calculus class with named Anne participated, too. Dex thinks her picture convinced him.

She looks fearless, her close cropped hair is lit from behind creating a halo, she’s holding her breasts in a way that lets you see that they’re false, and her boxer breifs sit proudly on her softening hips. Her expression clearly daring anyone to question her identity.

She’s incredible, and Dex feels honored that Lardo thinks she can bring that out in him.

So, now he’s sitting on a padded stool in one of the art studios, his hair–grudgingly grown out for this photo shoot–styled in soft waves, wearing a short necklace and a single pearl earring, awaiting instructions from Lardo and stealing glances at himself in the mirror that sits just behind the camera.

When Nursey comes bustling in, it’s a surprise.

“Hey Lardo, Chowder said you might have a– holy shit!”

Nursey loses all ability to speak, apparently, just stares slightly slack jawed at Dex, his tounge darting out to swipe along his bottom lip.

“Nurse?” Lardo asks from behind the camera, her eyes moving between Dex and Nursey. Dex is also silent, color rising in his cheeks and looking like perfectly applied blush.

Nursey finds his voice, but all he says is an awed “Wow.”

Dex looks ever so slightly down, like he’s turning away from the praise, and the color intensifies, a not quite smile just teasing at his lips but not yet curling them up.

Lardo takes the photo.

The time Shiro cried because Keith had a boyfriend

7:38 AM

       The first thing Shiro noticed when he woke up was that he had a serious case of cotton mouth. The second thing he noticed was when he got up the room was spinning. “What the hell happened to me? Keith?”  He and Keith usually woke up together and enjoyed each other’s company before they had to get up and face the day. “I guess he already left for breakfast.” As graceful as a baby deer walking for the first time, he walked to the bathroom adjoined to his room. He looked up into the mirror and saw that his eyes had major baggage and puffiness. Groaning he washed his face and drank dome water straight from the tap of the sink. “I haven’t felt like this since the party that Matt threw after we were chosen for the Kerberos Mission.” After that night Shiro decided that his drinking days were over. Of course, a week later he found himself at another celebration that involved drinking.

       “What happened last night?” The last thing he could remember was trying out some elixir that the people from Methuis gave them as a thank you for freeing them from the Galra but after that everything was fuzzy. “Maybe Keith or the rest of the team can fill me in.” He couldn’t find his boots so he had to use his lion slippers instead. He still felt a little dizzy but he managed to make his way to the dining area without keeling over.

       “Speak of the devil!” Shiro winced at the sound of Lance’s loud voice. “Oops, sorry Shiro. Forgot you’d probably have a killer hangover.” Most of the team were sitting down enjoying the delicious breakfast that Hunk had made for them. Hunk and Corn sat on one side of the table as Pidge and Lance sat on the other. Keith and Allura were the only ones missing from the table.

       “Hangover? So that ‘elixir’ was just alcohol?” He asked as he sat down next to Lance and Pidge.  A grateful smile was sent Hunk’s way as their resident chef passed him a pre-prepared plate of food.

       “For the most part, yes. But from what Hunk and Lance have informed me about your planets drinks, the little sip of elixir you had was equivalent to about 12 of your earths…shots, was it?” Pidge nodded at Coran’s question.  

       “Yup, about 12 shots of Vodka. I’m kind of impressed you didn’t throw up.” Pidge gave a teasing disgusted face. “Although, I almost did with how gross you were being to Keith.”

       “I thought it was sweet. We never get to see them be all couple-y.” Hunk said with a soft smile.

     “I thought it was hilarious! Who knew Shiro was such a flirt?” Shiro’s face flushed at Lance’s comment.  

       “Flirting? What happened? I don’t remember anything from last night.” The looks that Hunk, Lance, and Pidge gave him did not do anything to ease his worries.

      “Well….”

The night before: 10:30 PM

       Coran had told us that the drink wasn’t anything harmful but we were still a little worried about it so you offered to try it and five minutes later you started mumbling something about little lions

      “Where are my little lions?” Shiro was pulling of his boots and throwing them across the room in an uncaring manor as he stumbled around. Hunk looked over at Pidge mothing ‘little lions?’ as she just shrugged in response.

      “Uh, Shiro? What do you mean by little lions?” Lance was the one to ask their fearless leader as he looked around the rooms furniture.

      “The little lions! Y’know the ones that go on my feet. The black ones with the red wings.” Pidge snorted trying to contain her laughter as Hunk and Lance looked at Shiro in disbelief. They had never seen Shiro like this. He was always so calm and collected. Sure, they’ve seen Shiro be somewhat silly but this was a whole other level.

      “What is in this stuff?” Lance went over and sniffed at the still mostly filled drink and gagged at the smell. “Ah gross! It smells like someone mixed rum with vodka!” Still coughing at the smell Lance dumped out the drink. “I don’t think he’ll need the rest.”

      “If it’s alcohol there’s no way he can be this drunk already. He only had a sip!” Hunk picked up the bottle but the bottle didn’t have any kind of label on it (not that he’d be able to read it if it did).

      “Maybe space drinks are a lot stronger than the ones on earth.” Pidge couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice as she talked. “That drink is probably similar to absinthe on Earth.” Shiro finally found his black lion slippers hiding under the couch and slipped them on. Just as he slipped them on Keith walked in with his hair still damp from his shower. The Garrison trio watched as Shiro’s eyes landed on Keith and his jaw dropped. Keith froze at Shiro’s intense gaze.

       “Um…Shiro? You okay?” Shiro stood up straight and walked up to Keith.

        “I’m better now that you’re here.” Lance made a weird noise as Shiro picked up Keith’s hand and gently pressed his lips to bruised knuckles. Keith’s ears were bright red as he looked questioningly over to the rest of the team.

        “Is he drunk?” They didn’t get a chance to answer as Shiro forced Keith’s attention back on him.

         “Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you look? Especially those eyes, they have more stars than space.” At this point, Pidge was muttering how she wished she had a camera and Hunk was watching Keith’s face turn redder and redder with every word that came out of Shiro’s mouth.

           “Shiro! You stole my line!” Lance grumbled as Shiro didn’t even acknowledge him but instead gave Keith a sickly-sweet look. Lance raised an eyebrow as Keith took his hand back and gave Shiro a fond and exasperated smile.

           “As a matter of fact, someone has told me that before.” At Keith’s statement Shiro immediately glared over at Lance. Pidge was laughing so hard that she was hiccupping and Hunk was getting there just by the look of fear on Lance’s face.

           “If I may ask, who?” Shiro asked, turning his attention back at Keith. Keith shook his head with a smile on his face as he crossed his arms.

           “My boyfriend.” Shiro froze and stared at Keith with a heartbroken look. The four of them saw tears swell in his grey eyes.

           “Boyfriend?” Keith nodded not affected by the tears or the bust of laughter from the trio still watching them. “Is he good to you?” Keith nodded. “Does he love and respect you?” Keith nodded again with a soft look. “Does he treat you like his equal and tell you how much you mean to him every day?” Another nod. “Does he make you happy?” At the final question, Keith gave the most genuine smile.

           “More than I think I deserve.” Shiro smiled sadly.

           “Then I’m happy for you but if you don’t mind, can you tell me who he is?” Keith huffed in amusement as he uncrossed one of his arms to grab Shiro’s right hand and tangle their fingers together.

           “He’s you.” Keith laughed as Shiro’s face lit up and his human arm wrapped around his waist to pull him closer.

           “Me? Really? How did I ever get so lucky?” Keith brought his other hand to Shiro’s cheek as he pressed their foreheads together.

           “I think I’m the one supposed to be asking that.” Shiro smiled softly as he tried to memorize every detail of Keith’s smile. Keith thumb stroked Shiro’s cheek as he pulled their faces closer together to pull him into a sweet kiss. When Keith pulled away Shiro immediately chased after him and pulled him into another.

            Their moment was shattered at the sound of fake gagging from Pidge and Lance, and the sound of Hunk blowing his nose still crying from such a heartfelt scene. “It’s just so beautiful.” The rest of the night was spent with the team messing with drunken Shiro with Keith glued to his side.

Present

           “At around one in the morning we lost the two of you. I’m guessing you guys went back to your room since you were falling asleep.” Shiro nodded at Coran’s words, face incredibly hot as he got up. “Alright, thanks for catching me up.” He shuffled out of the room and leaned against the wall right outside. Why did they have to see me like that? Sighing in defeat he went off to the training room to find Keith. On his way, he bumped into Allura.

           “Ah, Shiro! How are you feeling? I heard you had a bit of a rough night.” Allura asked him in amusement. He wasn’t surprised they had told Allura what had happened. He found he didn’t mind so much. At least it showed Allura that he wasn’t near perfect.

           “I’m a little better now that I’ve eaten. I was just looking for Keith.”

           “I believe he just finished his morning training with the gladiator. I’m sure he’s still in there.” He thanked her and continued walking to the training room. He walked in to see Keith using the bottom half of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. His gazed lingered at the exposed skin as he let himself in.

           “Enjoying the view?” Keith gave him a teasing smirk and he pulled his shirt back down. Shiro just smiled back as he walked up to Keith and pulled him into his arms.

           “Always.” He replied and gave a gentle kiss to Keith’s forehead. Keith scrunched his nose and pulled away.

           “Gross, I’m still sweaty.” Shiro pulled him back in, closer this time, and buried his face in the crook of Keith’s neck and shoulder.

           “I don’t care.” After a minute of just holding each other Shiro pulled back with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry about last night.” Keith shook his head with a small smile.

           “You don’t have to apologize. It’s not like I haven’t seen you drunk before.” Keith looked down, hiding behind his hair. “Besides, it was actually really cute.” Shiro chuckled warmly and tilted Keith’s chin up to press their lips together. Keith pulled away first and looked into Shiro’s eyes. “I love you.” Shiro’s eyes widen as he remembered one final detail from the night.

The night before: 1:13 AM

           Keith had helped him down the hall to their shared bedroom. He hadn’t bothered with the lights seeing as Shiro was already falling asleep before they even made it to the bed. Keith gently removed his shirt and pants to replace them with sweatpants and a loose shirt. He then did the same for himself and crawled into bed. Keith pulled a blanket over the both of them and just laid there watching as Shiro fell into an easy slumber.

           “You always talk about how lucky you are to have met me but I still think you’re wrong. I’m the luckiest person in the universe to be right here by your side every day. I would have never made it this far in life without you.” Keith whispered gently. “You saved my life when we met and now I’ll do everything it takes to keep you safe, just like I know you’ll do for me.” He felt a soft press of lips against his own. “I love you.”

Present

           Looking into those grey blue (who are you kidding? They’re purple.) his chest ached with how much love he feels for the man in front of him. His right hand. His best friend. His boyfriend. Sometimes he feels selfish for being happy that Keith was here with him because Keith should be safe back on Earth. But then who would be coming to my rescue? Everything that has happened to this point has been fate. Their story has long since been written in the stars.

           “I love you, too.”


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